[Intro: A-Reece]

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1606 shit

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[Verse 1: A-Reece]

We don’t do regular hang out

You never know how it could pan out

Niggas I hear get you set up

I put it on gang, I won’t sell out

Fuck I pull up with the stand outs

I'm wearing em like its Givenchy

If she talk and then ain't tryna fuck

Then she sit on the couch like Winfrey

Got a few things that I care 'bout

Studio turn to a ware house

My girl she looking like she on Baywatch

Your hoe go to sleep with her hair out

Get some new goals that I set out

One of them sold in the set out

Custom made made Vans when I head out

I tell a hater to chill

Look at my jeans get your fare up them garments are looking too thrifty

My earlobes are clear as the crystal my nigga you looking too misty

TW 1000 Degreez when put all of together its history

[Verse 2 : Wordz]

2018 drop out burn books just run rack up

Three months later now I’m living

In a crib bigger then a law house

Bitches flood like a frat house

Pussy's wetter than a ice box

Took her ass to the nice spot

Show her my chains and she put it out

Walk to the bank blow dank in your face multi task full cast

I'm a connoisseur with the pussy y'all niggas looking like a clit clat

Twitter thugs can't rep gang

Your phone call yeah I miss that

New bitch in your bed probably met (?) for the click man

[Verse 3: Ecco]

She got a crib we gotta refurnish

She want the dick 'coz she got a referral

Getting that green I'm sipping purple

I'm never home, ya'll got a curfew

Roll up a one and I hop on my broom

Camera flash and I zoom pyoom!

Got a new house came with a pool

Nigga thats word to the Crew ou!

Passing the bitch like I pass a batton yeah

Abracadabra I'm gone yeah

Cook in the kitchen I'm whipping the cream

And they all wanna dip in my sauce yeah

They tryna put us in boxes

Then we pulled up and 'hotboxed' in it

Young niggas living like bosses

TW no loss in it